An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

they

their duty to see this though to the very

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people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock

odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose

one

level. I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock. "We're

we're stronger, obviously." Britta

be drifting in the air, so there was really

said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not

limited amount they carried, it was doubtful that they would share their goods with careless

some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a

peddlers to enter Dungeons, especially if it was a large scale operation like a Raid

goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside,

would have no choice but to buy those

alone made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by

focus on those behind us. It should be the opposite,

words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man in his dark coat and gentlemanly

like a traveling businessman, and

remained quiet for most of the

Until now.

Jet glanced

at the massive entrance

don't focus on the task

a grim tone attached to them as he spoke the

were cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just

or weak,

result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon as one

a Dungeon, there were unknown creatures that lurked

they